What are Yang Wanli's poems? Thank you for your questions.

Yang Wanli was extremely diligent in writing all his life. According to legend, there are more than 20,000 poems, more than 4,200 existing poems and 133 volumes of complete works of poetry, which are known in the world. In the early summer, in my sleep, plum blossoms from Song and Yang Wanli splashed my teeth, and plantains were green and covered with screens. Spring goes to summer, and the days are long and tired. After a nap, I feel depressed and watch the children play with catkins in the air. I miss my hometown Haitang Song Yang Wanli's hometown. Today, Haitang blooms and dreams of entering Jiangxi Jinxiu Pile. At this time, although spring returns, everything is thriving, but people are old; Swallows fly back every year after offering sacrifices to the land god. Spring is like a piece of green and white, not heavy and light weather, it is the scene of Chu Qing; In this spring, catkins will fly and fall. But this beautiful spring scenery can't be eaten, so let poetry attract it to Qiong Yao's jade cup. Miss the hometown begonia song Yang Wanli Bamboo Pavilion, don't walk alone. Early spring is warm, willow leaves sprout and dance in the wind, which is more charming; Flowers bloom in the sun, shadows dance and rise dimly. After a rain-eroded garden, the road is cleaner and deeper; Birds just flying out of the nest are more cheerful, and crows crow one after another, which is sweet and entertaining. The scenery here is very beautiful, but unfortunately there are few plump and beautiful begonia flowers; Begonia, a native of that hometown, lived two cold foods and disappeared. Reading Yan Ziling's Biography of Yang Wanli in Song Dynasty and How to Make up for Han Zhongxing, there is a cool breeze as cold as ice. Send my aunt to Ding Han early, where there is Yanling! In the Song Dynasty, Yangcun Yangwanli Stone Bridge was crowded on both sides, and horses in each village were like rivers. Liu Yang Yin Zhongxin Hotel, a small fishing boat under the grape trellis. Red and white flowers are close to water, sky blue and yellow. Zheng er's peace is still in the way. Why don't you work hard, back in the game? Song Yang Wanli, who lives in eastern Zhejiang and Jiangxi, added a few strands of silk to the mirror. Flowers fall six times to sparse information, and the month is thousands of miles away. Du Li should not turn over the whale sea, but should enjoy the phoenix gathering in Longtan. Tao is Fan Chuan's frivolous killing, which makes thousands of families compare to thousands of poems. Yang Wanli, who was injured in the Spring and Song Dynasties, intended to have fun this spring, but he still wasted an east wind. If you don't get presbyopia every year, you won't get sick if you are anxious. Night wind song Yang Wanli Night wind is not allowed to distinguish the breeze, but it is allowed to hang heavy curtains on the ground. The sunset in Ye Ping is not covered by mountains, and the west window is red until the moon comes. When I heard the warbler, the mountain was clean after the rain, and there were new sunny flowers. Come through the rain and trees, and don't make any noise. Therefore, if you want to stir up poetry, you should add friendship. It is even greener when you are surprised and miserable. On the evening of January last year, I passed through Xu Xi like a Lantern Festival, and the wind swept it away for me. It's strange that the ground is so cold, the snow is everywhere and the peak is unknown. The white smoke breaks Lan Lian, and the flower meaning is still low. I've never let my hair grow, and it smells all over the world. Tour Lushan Mountain, show the elders of Wanshan Mountain, Dalian, shoulder-to-shoulder narration, geography ancient books. When I first wore a thousand pines, I suddenly rose to the cliff. The scenery of the mountain is unknown, and the mountain is lost. You can't ask questions, but you can understand them one by one. What generation is five old, reaching the peak. I dare to be weak this spring. God-given five jade milk, and the canal for the food. A deep and clear place to sleep, printed on a stone. Escape from the goose pond, moss is stained with ink. The crane sings in the blue sky, and the turtle worships Beidou. There is no shallow affection between sages, and the moon pillow borrows the cloud mat. Thousands of mountains open counties, making spring break the pearl wall. The sick eyes are greedy and poor, and the toes are afraid of the calendar. There are many handsome guys in the same trade, and they are half-Zen. I'm here for almost a day off, which is beyond others' comparison. Go back to the boat to carry Xiaoxing and look back at their memories. Mid-autumn moon long sentence Xishan walked down the cinnabar pill and Dongshan flew to the golden plate. The path rose from the blue sea to the blue sky, half wet with waves. The first glow is faint and cold, and the moonlight is still light and heavy. Huang Luo Tuan Fan has dark patterns, and the golden protrusions are double dragons and phoenixes. In a blink of an eye, the center of the sky is facing the front, and the silver pheasant has turned yellow. Dry Kun melts ice, and everything is just light. I have loved the bright moon and the present all my life, and the ancients shared this addiction with me. It was dark in the Mid-Autumn Festival last year, and it is white in the middle and autumn this year. Mr. Wang has never been promoted, but recently he is afraid of getting sick and doesn't drink. Wake up under the moon and scratch your head. Will next month be like tonight? Wild roses have been red and green for a long time, and mountain flowers are rare on the road. Yuyu spring is fine, Yan Fei wild rose is thick. Red roses have nothing to do with the name of roses, and they are not spies with a rose spectrum. Leaves and branches are green, and one flower and two colors are light red and deep red. Romantic love is different, so is rain and dew. If there is no national fragrance, you can't accept it The poet smokes in the water. Antique paid homage to Zhang Lei's official department, but only made phone calls in places such as Emperor Gao, Zhongxing Quji and Mr. Yan Zi's younger brother. From Yan Zi to Zigai, Hong Jun will become a spring in Hunan. The romantic figures are all soldiers and plants, and the aroma permeates Orange Island and even the prison foot. At that time, the guests were full and the moon was shining, full of green. Jia Lei's son, Long Fengzhang, was superior to his room and rose to his hall. Zhu Zanyu Festival spread all over the Southern Dynasties, and the brocade curtain pushed Wang Lang. Make the stars shine next to the wings, and the scenery of Nanpu in Xishan will return. Qu Nong has his own way of governing the country, but his sleeves are hidden in his hands. The jade emperor told the canal to climb the temple gallery, but he was still holding the raft. Savages are also eager for the same door, hanging clothes and lying under the forest for a long time. The sick body only catches cigarettes, and the children are still tired. The eldest son and the eldest son went to Lingling to explain that a good official is easy to be busy, and a good person needs to work hard when it is difficult to do it. If you want to be a good official, you can't drill into books. Use it wisely, and your heart will be cold after a thousand years. If you want to be a good person, the boss is also horizontal. Elected officials have nowhere to choose, but they live with the sky. I'm 64 years old, and I'm old enough to be an official. My ancestors are as cold as ice. I don't want you to be in a high position. Don't love the high position, lose the high position, and the husband doesn't seek the old position when he is old. I'm ashamed to see the white-headed officer who was caught out. Not good at learning sages, but have previous works such as chess manuals. Speaking of national players, national players are even more important. Zhao Jun's "Singing Lotus Hatred in the Rain" Author: Song Author: Yang Wanli-"Zhao Jun's" Singing Lotus Hatred in the Rain "dreamed of the bottom of the boat in the afternoon, and the fragrance filled the West Lake with smoke and water. The sound of heavy rain and the sound of tents made the dream begin. However, it is a pool that jumps in the rain, and the real beads are still together. Gathered in a nest of mercury, the waves are clear and the postscript is bright. The old wild monk in Luantai fell ill a few months ago and flew after frost. Files can't be thrown into the sea, with messy black flowers and clear eyes. An old friend felt the same way, but he was very happy before knocking at the door. Ten beads fell in the sleeve, and five colors of light shone on the window. I said the wind came to the emperor, and I found a cloud in the retro temple. Sitting on the court is better than killing time in the sun. Huanhua Li Bingyun Rong, Xuancheng Fengyuan Needle. Tian Yan has a chat test and Xijing bibliography is a game. Han has a hollow reputation, and Shu has a sense of calligraphy. How many frustrated people are there in the cold pavilion? I hate not to make dust. Once it becomes the bottom of the holy pen, the light of Zhao Hui is called a canal. I sew too much on the towel, but I won't copy filial piety by hand. I once wrote about Han Shi, and then paid tribute to the sweat. Taishi Building is accompanied by gulls and herons, and Jingxi River crosses under Lushan Mountain. The red light and purple gas in the candle sky are a profound book. Seven-word long sentence: Zun Xing Dian, Cheng Huyuan Festival, Guilin, Jiangxi magistrate said who is the son, only that there is something new in Jizhou. The sun shines, scales move, powder falls into the clouds, and silver is rotten. I have been familiar with eight cities and towns for three years and a thousand days in spring. Don't you see that Jizhou is like a satrap, and the Egret River bottoms out in autumn. Except for the five liters of rice in Taicang, no one sent it to the city. Neighbors will sit up and take notice and become officials without entering the house. Clear fame attacks people with frost and cold, and one night enters nine customs with the wind. On the day of the Emperor, Guilin was 5,000 Li, like a rhinoceros in the sea. Andrew's messengers are all like this. Gold is donated to the mountain beads and reaches the water. But take Jizhou five marquis, one state takes thirty states. Plum blossoms greet the Han Festival with a smile, and eight trees in Guilin blow mountains and snow. Return the star to be a stage star, skip Lang Xing and Qing Yue. I've heard for a long time that every family is still in Myanmar to welcome the future. I don't know whether to go or stay. Let's see, it's been ten years. Who said it was a good year? I left Gao 'an to report to Sky Street. Chinese and foreign reasons are difficult, and bones are entangled. Roommates suddenly broke up, and the old feelings were not cherished. When I entered Beijing, I was in a row, and I was very busy. The wall house is in urgent need of completion and cannot be rushed. Knowing the future is even harder. Belong to the king, as cold as Jianghuai. Wind and frost, Li, landscape recommendation, Xiao Huan. After a few nights of grass in the Six Dynasties, there was more than enough to go. The dream of children's books is extremely happy. Although one euphoria is not true, it comforts the intestines nine times. Guifan blows Huishan, which is a good news for Fu Jingya. It is wrong to open the seal, and it is not good to travel. Looking at the snow at the door of the boat, shouting a cup of polyester and lotus. After the Song and Yuan Dynasties, Mo Yan, who cooked in the morning and painted in the public store (1), had no difficulty going down the mountain and earned empty love. Politics enters the enclosure of thousands of mountains, and one mountain puts one mountain. After the Song and Yuan Dynasties, the morning paint shop (the second one) greeted guests with the sound of Shanbei Stream and gave them away with the sound of Shannan Stream. I also know it flows to Jinling. After Jinling, don't say a word. After the Song and Yuan Dynasties, the morning paint shop (the third shop) drew water from the back mountain to the east, but it was drawn from the front mountain to the west. Tao is an asexual elf with a sharp voice, a slow voice and a sad voice. After the Song and Yuan Dynasties, the morning paint shop (the fourth shop) was seamless and bumpy. I passed lianhua bridge yesterday and found the beginning of the stream. After the Song and Yuan Dynasties, the fifth morning cooking painting shop began to be slightly mysterious in its heyday, and sapphire was still cold. Talking to pedestrians about busy things, the golden rooster will sell silver saddles. New wine, sour wine and soup are still delicious, but sweet wine and honey juice are not suitable. Surprisingly, I made two jars. There has been no Du Kang since I was born. Cinnamon is bottomless. This rice is not Yunnan rice, but Jianye water. On the first day, I made several rounds, and I waited for people who were not familiar with wine. Pueraria capsules are squeezed out. The old man took off his hat and tasted the new ones first. The first worry is that the wine tastes like an official pot, and a cup goes to the outside world. Suddenly, Susan Wang fell to the edge of the urn, only to feel that the sword cut his intestines. The way to write wine is not Nong, but from Taixu. Roll after roll of wine, sweet wine washed empty. If drinkers want to taste Nong wine, they should first hold the hand of Tianhe Zhuoqu. But I'm here to raise a glass to celebrate the victory, because I don't know. Ban Kao's drama, a collection of Du Fu's sentences and poems, is presented to the invigilator. Xie imperial court has a guest, and the word is beautiful. The day is five liters in Taicang. The west of Jinguan City was full of troubles and was too drunk to go home at night. The green hills and the setting sun dye the rivers and lakes white, and they indulge in drinking and singing to enrich the golden halberd. Words are not surprising and endless, and flowers and grass move. You knock the needle as a hook, and I want to go to the East on a whim. Patrol eaves rope * * * plum blossom smile, how also in yangzhou. Old poems are muddy, butterflies fly and orioles fly. The article touched the Lord, and she started like a bolt from the blue, venting her anger. Rise a few feet a night, oh, go to Dongting Lake to wash your feet and watch octagonal. When the sun is shining, the immortal will get nine sticks. Don't you see that Ling Du in the Western Han Dynasty is old and can get away, so he can write wonderfully? What's good for me from you and Shandong Li and Confucianism? I am willing to blow wild water and add gold cups, but I don't know how to starve to death to fill the ditch. How not to drink makes your heart sad, and your fame will last forever. Although a cow shakes its head, you can't move mountains. The day before the Dragon Boat Festival, he laughed and fell into a drunken dreamland, making his drinking friends drool in vain. How to lower the heart of a cow and turn it into a drooping jade lotus? At first, I was glad that Guang Xiao would smile, but I was ashamed that I didn't smile at noon. Suddenly, I spit out the golden cherry pit and the sound of withered leaves. Clouds don't rain yellow, buckwheat frost comes early. The years of hunger and disability have been divided, which is more like a leap of time! After Gui returned to Yuan Dynasty, Yongzhou drank Zhao Dunli's bamboo pavilion at night, smelled frogs drunk, sang over thousands of bamboos at night, and the candles were not bright in the first month. The host's wine list kept coming, and he suddenly fell into my drunken hometown. Frogs in the grass suddenly appeared three or two, as if laughing at our drinking. Be a frog, just listen to your own good news, there is no need to preach. I still remember that we climbed the Shiwan Pavilion together, leaned against the railing and looked at the cold and green. It's just that it's really cold and green now. We don't like not drinking bamboo. The boat passed Xie Tan Sanqing wine and poured a glass or two, and the door of the boat suddenly closed and opened. No one looked at the wrinkled mountains, and they were all picked away by the sunset. CX Happy 2009-6-23 9: 00: 58 61.132.87. * The wild chrysanthemums and wild moss each cast money, resplendent and green; God gives money to poor poets, only to buy sorrow and not to buy fields. I don't know if it will rain in spring, but it won't be bitter when spring comes. I happened to go out this morning, and all the plum blossoms were in bloom. The water-tuned song head reflects the stage show, and the jade festival is new every year. Every September, for my mother's birthday. There are nine buds at the bottom of the river, and there are silver waves on the bottom of the sea, making a cup of spring. Pan-hedge chrysanthemum, longevity with lacquer garden Toona sinensis. Blowing snow on the west wind, wick fragrant clouds. Lang Jun walked into the play and welcomed Zhu Bi in. Look at the golden flower purple patent, put the two countries together, and the book is called Taitai. The star on the platform at three o'clock, a little old star. Nian Nujiao's wife came home with three paths long enough to drag her sleeves. A title is clear, and there is no guardian in the prison. The Lord keeps the breeze, watches the bright moon and takes care of flowers, trees and willows. Climb a mountain near the water, write three poems and two poems. Don't say that you will ascend to heaven during the day, but don't praise the golden seal. Besides LuLing event, three idle life. Select soldiers, return them to farmers, and send them to Cheng Zheng for fasting. I'm only worried about getting drunk and killing people and drinking privately outside Jiangmen. Summer quatrains are not only beautiful in Xia Mei in spring, but also a cause with flowers and grass. Deer and onions have stripped off their slender stalks, and Jinfeng is still the smallest flower. Zhao Jun complains that I listen to pine branches and pounce on deer. Know that Sha Ou left it. The children are not noisy. Afraid to scare him. Fly away suddenly. There is nowhere to fly. I ask for a rest. Report to Sha Ou. Wuling spring grows for more than ten summers, and it is not crowned with birds. Tao is better than last year. Specially reduce happiness. The old dragon group has been given new troubles, and it is often cold. Skinny and sour. My son asked for peace. Postscript Yang Bu's "HongLing" is hidden in the Central Plains of Gyeonggi, with colorful canopy, dark clouds falling to the ground, and the north wind blowing off the mountains. There are boats on the Yangtze River. It's snowy and cold all night, so I can't sleep. The poem Weng Xiao's temples are fluffy, and the neck is slightly lifted. At night, the snow has cleared up and the east is a little rosy. The bough in Jiang Mei is a single tree, and the shed is cut into plum feet. The old stems and new branches are purple and green, and the flowers are white jade and gold. Snow-covered Xue Mei is playing against Xia Ming. I wonder where Shi Weng got the frost saw, and whether Xue and Mei Zuo will go. I'm afraid it's ice scissors, or WU GANG will repair the moon axe. There is no root under the stem and no tip on the top, and Chen Mei is halfway up at a glance. There is a cold wind in the eastern province, and the flower head snow has not been sold yet. Yuquan, the root of Shuyuting Mountain, flew on his back, flying out of the top of the mountain but descending again. Since Rufu Xie Shuanglian, there have been two branches of silver bowl chess. Thunder startled Longbo's eyes, and snowflakes splashed on Chang 'e's clothes. It is said that there are no new poems in Mochow Falls. In the cold food and rain, I made an appointment with my family to travel to Tianzhu. The lake is full of spring scenery, so why cut it naively? But grass is divided into boundaries, and weeping willows outside the grass belong to others! After the snow, the sun shines brightly, all four mountains are green, but Dongshan is all white and only knows how to win and forget the cold, and the spring breeze shines in the sunset. I love the snow behind Dongshan Mountain, and the soft red light surges in Yinshan Mountain. Recalling Qin E's early spring festival. Spring came back ten days before it came. Spring is back. Plums fall like snow, and wild peaches are small. I don't care if spring makes me old. Just want to get drunk, want to get drunk. Fall in front of the flowers. Help your son go home and wake up at dawn. Yang Wanli's poems were left in Xugongdian, a new town. The hedges were sparse all the way, and the flowers on the trees were not shaded. The child ran quickly to catch the yellow butterfly, but the butterfly suddenly flew into the vegetable garden and could not be found again. After all, the scenery of the West Lake in mid-June is different from that at four o'clock. Lotus leaves will not turn green the next day, and lotus flowers are particularly bright red in the sun. Xiaochiquan is silent and cherishes a trickle, and the shade of the tree shines on the water and loves sunny and soft. The delicate lotus flower bud shows a sharp corner from the water, and a naughty little dragonfly stands on its head. The new willow wicker brush silver pool is 100 feet, dark green, only light yellow. Wicker can not be dipped in water, but the willow shadow in the water guides him to grow. Zhaojun complained about the lotus, and the bottom of the boat was full of incense in the afternoon. The sound of heavy rain hitting the tent surprised the dream at first. However, it is a pool that jumps in the rain, and the real beads are still together. Gather into a nest of mercury, sparkling. Early summer siesta, plum folic acid soft teeth, banana green screen. Spring goes to summer, and the days are long and tired. After a nap, I feel depressed and watch the children play with catkins in the air. In recent months, good things have not come to a house, but to Wanhua Valley first. It's not that there is no moon in the house, there is Lin Xiuzhu. It's thirteen nights now, and the moonlight is like jade. This is not a miracle in Qiu Guang. See 15 or 16. After crossing a hundred schools and four quatrains (1), everything is quiet and it is worth fishing in Hunan. I also know that the fisherman went fishing in a hurry and turned over his spring shirt. Through a hundred schools, through four festivals (2), the flowers are all white and red. Mo Wen's early travels were amazing, and wild incense came from all directions. Crossing a hundred schools, there are four quatrains (3). Before Liuzi Temple, the spring was broken, but the new sunny day was particularly cold. Hedging does not protect flowers, but only makes spider silk nets. Crossing a Hundred Schools and Crossing Four-character Poems (4) It's sunny and rainy, the roads are wet and dry, and the mountains are half light and half thick. In the distant grass, you can see the back of the cow, and there are people in the new seedling.